Adopting Toby

I am quite sure that Toby submitted to life as a cuckold easily, because he was adopted as a child. Those poor souls are always so insecure! They want to please, and they've always known that other people have charge of them. Once it was a matron in a children's home, each wee soul eager to be good, in hope that it would secure a reward. They need to be needed. They need to please. They're programmed to think that everyone else is more important than they are! An adopted boy is a cuck in waiting. Women like me marry them because they have a lost and lonely look. We are inclined to nurture them, sweeping them up into our love. Of course afterwards, slowly, by increments, you discover that inadequacy isn't a compelling look. They defer to you and you begin to dominate them. You call it steerage, or supervision, guidance if that makes you feel less guilty, but it amounts to the same thing. You judge them, dismiss them, and it is only because another better man wants to own them, that you deign to keep them in your household.

I know that's not nice. It's not feminine and kind, is it? But I think that we must be frank about such things. Men like Toby are destined to be ruled. They are destined to servitude. As a woman you have to overcome the shock that you are a bitch. Yes, you first thought that you would make a clean break of it when your new man came along. You would put the also ran out of the house, divorce him, bin him, you choose the term. But then, your new man, he taught you how much sexier it would be to reduce your husband to servitude.

One of the things that I have learned through this entirely sordid process is that cuckolding is fundamentally between the men. Yes, you are the fetishized junction between their dominant and wilting egoes, but essentially, it is one weak man kneeling and sucking the cock of a dominant one. It is about a god and a supplicant. It is about a master and a slave. You, the woman in the middle, you are the priestess of all these processes. You orchestrate what both men need to become, an arrogant lord and a beneath the salt underling. That is deeply erotic. I climax harder on Joel's black cock precisely because it repeatedly destroys Toby's self esteem.

I didn't reach this insight overnight. The affair with Joel started slowly and very publicly. Joel seduced me in plain sight and no one murmured an objection. Joel and I play badminton as a pair and to a good standard. It was an easy excuse to see me, and soon enough, to take me away for weekends. Of course Joel was different. He was deeply masculine and handsome and lithe in that way only black men are. He was physical with me, even in the slightest touch. I felt the electricity of him, and soon enough there came a trip to Manchester, for a tournament, when he fucked me. I remember clinging to him, my legs in the air, his body driving into me. I thought that I would die. There was no condom, only his huge and rock hard cock driving inside me. I smelled of him, my body his scent, his semen, his seed, surging into me. A stronger contrast with my weak and meek husband you could not imagine!

I started to dress to arouse Joel. I was looking for more sex just like that! It wasn't enough to have had a sensuous fling whilst away. People said that we looked a natural couple. They meant that we looked physical, together, as though we should fuck as often as possible. They liked the beauty of how we seemed together. Of course Toby noticed. He noticed the tight little leather dresses and the tiny skirts. He noticed the new bras I wore, and then the designer watch that Joel gave me. Because he wanted us to be together more and more. Deep down Toby knew that I was being properly satisfied, made woman, made selfish and sensuous, with every plundering, black stalk night I shared with Joel. It was uncomfortable not because this was an affair, but because Toby wouldn't ask about it. He wouldn't say how beautiful and arrogant I was becoming because Joel fucked me.

In the end I told Toby. I told him that I was in love with Joel and that he had better not object as then I would put him out of the house. It was pointless to resist the conquest as Joel had already won. Toby, dearest, you are a loser, just as you were when you started life. You are the rejected, it is just how it is. Life's not kind, is it. Toby took that very humbly, as I expected. We started to talk it over, gently. Of course he was white and weak, and Joel was black and strong. The racial vibe was part of it. It always is, white women submit to black men. But it went deeper than that too. Because Toby was unerringly polite, passive and soft, it was as though he had never grown up. It was as if his mind was that of a supplicant child. I needed to be owned, to be partnered, to be ravished and used. Toby was useless.

Toby promised that there would be no fuss about any of this and he kept his word. Even when I sent him to sleep in the other bedroom, because the master was mine and Joel's now, he didn't demure. For goodness sake, he started to become my lacky, polishing my boots, painting my nails for a date, doing all the washing and ironing. I never thanked him. I barely acknowledged him! I told Joel what I did to Toby and he said that was perfect. It was how a white boy should be treated. He was really serious when he said that! I said that I wanted Toby out of the out and for Joel to move in, but my lover said no. Toby was part of the vibe. Toby could be moulded into something that celebrated Joel and my relationship.

Joel set to guiding me on what was to be done. I was to come home from dates, or weekends away with him, and Toby was to be made to lick my unfaithful cunt. I wasn't to shower before hand, I wasn't to hide what I smelled and tasted of! Call it cunt to him, make him realise how hard and insistent this service will be, Joel said. I did that. It was dirty and so cruel, and.... well..... I climaxed, sitting on Toby's face, thinking of Joel taking me. I almost suffocated Toby, grinding my sex back and forth across his face. It was really brutal. The next time I did that, Joel had me film it on my phone. There was Toby's face, wet with my cum and Joel's thick white creamy spunk. There were my pubes, quivering with the eroticism of the act.

Perhaps that custom developed over six months, perhaps a little less. But I always knew what Toby really needed. He needed to submit to Joel. He needed to worship his black phallus as much as I did. He was always a loser, and now there was a better way to express that disgusting weak status. I wanted to watch Toby suck cock. I wanted to watch him kneel and have Joel push his cock into my husband's mouth. I wanted to see Joel jolt a load of seed down my husband's gullet! That, I knew, was the compromise that I needed. I could bitch Toby to the nth degree, but I needed to see Joel own him for a complete relaxation into the bitch life.

It didn't work easily. Joel was very confident, calm and assertive, of course he was! But it took perhaps half a dozen trips out together, the men talking, settling the hierarchy, before Joel said that he had done it. Toby had been trained to first lick his cock and balls, to whisper his admiration for the fulfilment given to me, and then at last, over several episodes, Joel had pushed his cock into Toby's mouth and gently thrust there. He was the consummate master, doing it slowly, allowing Toby to breathe. Then, at long last, Joel squirting a load down the back of Toby's throat and the change was done. Toby was back to his pathetic past, always pleasing, always eager to serve, and I could get on with exploring my arrogant self.

It is deeply sexy. I love watching Joel control Toby. I love it watching Toby swallow as best he can, our union now in his body. It is as if Toby has lost all boundaries. He is a receptacle for all that Joel and I will become. He is the tool that enables us to enjoy fucking at an ecstatic level. That realisation sometimes softens me. I sometimes stroke his hair gently as he licks me clean, and I tell him what a good little boy he is being. I tell him that there is no need to put him out on the street, now that he sucks cock so nicely for Joel. It is just like that.